Useful And Fantastic: A Highly-Coloured Boy
In this three-verse poem Val Yule says a whole volume about the idiocy of colour prejudice.
I pass among a hostile crowd
I live their public shame
For all that should not be allowed
Or needs a dirty name.
I stand outside the house afraid
And pick my foreign skin
For every more familiar shade
Combines lest I get in.
I am the far researcher's joy,
The local folk's chagrin;
I'm just a really colored boy,
My colour is bright green.
